How about yours ?" "We've plenty of arms.

They're old, but very sharp and good." "And could you depend on your fellows to fight ?" said Mark.
"Oh yes," said Ralph, smiling; "they hate these people, and they'd rush at them like dogs would at wolves." "So would ours," cried Mark.

"There isn't one of our men who hasn't had some relative or friend attacked and ill-used or robbed." "Sixteen and ourselves would be plenty." "And then there's Master Rayburn." "No," said Ralph quickly; "he's getting a very old man, and I don't think he ought to go.

Let's do it all secretly, and make the men vow not to say a word.

Nobody else must know." "When would you go ?" said Mark, nodding his head in agreement.
"They say you should always strike when the iron is hot." "Well, it's hot enough now," cried Mark eagerly.